John Mooney was
staying at the Clayton Manor Hotel and used his key card to open the door to
the room and as he stepped in Christine Gold turned and smiled at him.
“I was hoping you
would come”
“I couldn’t keep away”
he said
Christine was sitting
at the dressing table wearing only her white lingerie and stockings and behind
her, laid out on the bed was an ivory wedding dress.
John walked up behind
her and looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror and placed his hands
lightly on her naked shoulders and held her gaze as he gently slipped the bra
straps down her arms, but as his hands journeyed down to displace the bra from
her breasts and replaced the lace cups with his cupped paws Christine closed
her eyes.
Christine collapsed on
the bed next to her wedding dress with John panting behind her.
“That was so good” she
sighed
“The last time as a
single woman” he said and playfully slapped her buttock before redressing
himself
“And so much better
than my first as a married man will be” she said and rolled over onto her
back.
“You could elope with
me” he said
“You know I can’t”
Christine replied
Nothing would have
pleased her more than to run away and marry her lover John but her father Isaac
would never have tolerated it.
He banged on endlessly
about the importance of tradition and marrying within her faith and how it was
imperative she went through with an arranged marriage.
She had been raised as
a dutiful Jewish daughter and agreed, however reluctantly, but her heart
belonged to John.
But she hated her
father as he had proven himself to be a hypocrite when he had her marry outside
her faith to the highest bidder, Michael Scanlan.
As they stood at the
door and kissed goodbye Christine stuffed her white lace panties in his jacket
pocket.
“Aren’t you going to
need those?”
“No” she replied “I
want to feel you on my thighs while my father watches as I walk down the aisle,
and I will wear a smile, but not for my father, or the groom, it will be a
smile of satisfaction as I think of you inside me putting the blush on the
cheek of the blushing bride”
“In that case I think
you need to get back on the bed because the blush is fading” he said
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